"Na véspera de não partir nunca Ao menos não há que arrumar malas Nem que fazer planos em papel... Todos os dias é véspera de não partir nunca" Álvaro de Campos
sábado, 16 de julho de 2011
Cidadão do Mundo
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There goes one baby's life
It's such a small amount
She's un-American
I guess it doesn't count
Six thousand children's lives
Were simply thrown away
Lost without medicine
Inside of thirty days
In the New York harbour
Where the stock's withheld
It was the price we paid
For a safer world
World is suffering
World is suffering
World is suffering
World citizen
In Madhya Pradesh
Where they're building dams
They're displacing native people
From their homes and lands
So they hunger strike
Cos they believe they count
To lose a single life
Is such a small amount
In the name of progress
And democracy
The concepts represented in name only
His world is suffering
Her world is suffering
Their world is suffering
World citizen
World citizen
And the buildings fall
In a cloud of dust
And we ask ourselves
How could they hate us?
Well, when we live in ignorance and luxury
While our super powers practice
Puppet mastery
We raise the men
Who run the fascist states
And we sell them arms
So they maintain their place
We turn our backs
On the things they done
Their human rights record
And the guns they run
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His world is suffering
Her world is suffering
Their world is suffering
World citizen
My world is suffering
Your world is suffering
Our world is suffering
World citizen
Who'll do away with flags?
Who'll do us proud?
Remove the money from their pockets
Scream dissent out loud?
Cos god ain't on our side
The shoe won't fit
And though they think the war is won
That's not the last of it
Disenfranchised people
Need their voices heard
And if no one stops to listen
Lose their faith in words
And violence rises
When all hope is lost
Who'll embrace the human spirit
And absorb the cost?
Not one life is taken
In my name
In my name
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